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Chapter Sixty Five : The Reckoning Draws Near

The morning was pale and cold when Evelyn left the old house. Her steps were quiet, her breath a ghost in the chill air. She wore no cloak of fine make, only the apron of her old life and a strip of red cloth hidden close to her heart. No jewels, no rings, no crown — only memory.

Men and women pass...